Bird Didn't Fly South This Time

My birds didn't fly south this winter,

To nani's house,

Because of corona,

Her vacant house is quiet as a hidden mouse.

I am missing the fables

 which she used to narrate,

I am missing her kisses and warm hug,

But now I'm living with her portrait.

Her illusion is always in front of me,

As if she's teaching me to stitch,

colour, and paint again.

She taught me everything,

But she's not here anymore,

She's gone and I'm left alone.

May her soul rest in peace,

I murmur endlessly,

As I cry in the pain of losing her,

The pain doesn't seem to cease.